Week 1 Mingle

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POPULATION: 35

Good morning, starshines. It is another beautiful day here on the base and it’s the start of a new week!

Good thing, too. After the deaths of Tamaki Suoh and Beauregard, the tension around the base may be a bit higher than it was before. Should anyone try to contact the deceased or review their profiles, they will find that they have been deleted from everyone's phones.

Or maybe you don't care and this is life as usual. That's fine, too. With everything in working order once again, the elevator reveals that it may now visit the second floor. Perhaps it’s worth checking out these new areas, free for exploration.

While you can't contact the deceased, the Avatars are once again available via their eight symbols. Shoot them a message, have a chat with them, and see what you can learn. Perhaps you'll find it easier this week.

But...while adjusting to life here may be easier to handle, you may find other things which used to come easy have been tempered this week. Are you well-known for your swordfighting skills? Suddenly you'll find you can barely hold a blade. Do you pride yourself on your sociable personality? A crippling shyness may overwhelm you, making it difficult to speak to people at all. As the week goes on, it becomes clear that the special trait or skill you've invested so much time and energy in is no longer something that comes easily to you.

Looks like it's back to the basics.

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Comments

[enfangs]

... Sounds kind of lame.

[fluffier]

[ she will kill you? ]

It ain't lame? It's cooler than balloons! Why were ya sellin' balloons anyway, ya probably popped most of 'em on yer dinky horn!

[enfangs]

I-It's not dinky! Take that back!

[fluffier]

It ain't even the size of my pinky finger!

[enfangs]

S-Size isn't all that matters!

[fluffier]

Hmph, whatever ya say. [ She crosses her arms. ] Dinky boy.

[enfangs]

Ahhhhh! Don't call me that!

[fluffier]

Only if ya take back what ya said about my foxflame bein' lame!

[enfangs]

Fine, there's a chance it's maybe not lame.

1/2

[fluffier]

[ that's right punk :J ]

That's right!

[fluffier]

Okay, yer horn isn't dinky. It's plenty cute.

[enfangs]

C-Cute? At least call it cool!

[fluffier]

Erm...

[ She squints at it. Is it cool? ]

I guess?

[enfangs]

[...

YUEL JUST OUT HERE MURDERING EVERYONE TODAY]

Ugh... y-you just have no taste!

[fluffier]

[ SHE'S BEING NICE?? ]

I said it was cute, didn't I?! Where's the other one anyway!

[enfangs]

[he lifts his bangs to reveal the scar underneath.]

Got shot off.

[fluffier]

[ Whatever she was about to yell next immediately disappears, and she simmers down. ]

Well... that scar is pretty cool.

[enfangs]

[oh yuel's okay in his books again]

Hehe, ain't it? One of a kind, too!

[fluffier]

Why'd someone shoot it off?

[enfangs]

Oh, I was trying to kill his friend.

[yeah,]

[fluffier]

[ . . . ]

Is that a normal thing to do?

[enfangs]

Kinda, yeah.

[fluffier]

So ya just... go around tryna kill people?

[enfangs]

[he shrugs.]

Yup, that was a thing our organization did.

[fluffier]

Didja ever consider... Not doin' that?